I am pissed/furious/angry, you name it, I feel it right now. I feel like I don’t have anything sacred in this house. I can’t have anything without the cats getting into it or breaking it. This morning Peaches was up on the shelf that is above my dresser. My tassel from high school graduation is destroyed, my cords from college graduation aren’t looking so good, and a figurine that Robert gave me for Mother’s Day last year is broken. I was able to glue it back together, but the fact remains that I don’t have anything sacred. I can’t even put stuff up on the refrigerator because the stupid cat will go up there too. I don’t want to have to keep all my things put away. The cats are only 5 years old. I can’t do this for another 10 years.
Today Robert is out with Rich. I know he needs to go. I told him not to rush home. However, we are also having friends over for the Super Bowl tomorrow. The laundry needs to be done, the dishes are piled high, the living room is awful looking. Guess what I’m doing all day. Just not a good day. On top if it, Warren is still not feeling well and being difficult. Fortunately Laura’s bug seems to have lasted only the morning yesterday. By the afternoon she seemed over it.